Betrayal Of The Heart - Poem by Leah Rochelle
The silence was deafening;
Nothing but hte whispers of the night's wind.
Her eyes reflected the silver of the moon,
Whom was gimacing down upon her.
Her body lyed down in the crimson she called her own;
A pool of blood not deserved to be spilt.
Her poor soul looks not once at her cold body,
But at the man who's own hand pulled the trigger.
He smiles and takes a step away,
But not until the tears came down his face to stop him.
Looking back at the life he has taken,
He falls to now stained ground.
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